Immortals Step into Heaven

Ling'er gathered herself, loosened her grip on Zheng Yuan's shirt, and stepped forward to stand shoulder to shoulder with him. She raised her chin slightly, her eyes, once slightly panicked, now regaining a touch of determination. She spoke softly yet firmly, "Brother Xiaoyuan, don't worry. Ling'er has cultivated herself well and can protect herself." As she spoke, she formed hand seals, and spiritual energy slowly flowed through her body, a faint glow emanating from her body, the fruit of her diligent cultivation. Although her cultivation was far inferior to that of the enemy, her courage and determination remained undiminished.

Zheng Yuan glanced sideways at Ling'er, his eyes filled with relief. He knew Ling'er didn't want to be a burden to him and wanted to face the difficulties together. Although he still worried about Ling'er's safety, Zheng Yuan also understood that Ling'er needed this opportunity to prove herself. So, he nodded slightly and whispered, "Okay, Ling'er, let's go together." Though the words were brief, they were filled with trust and strength, as if as long as the two of them stood together, no difficulty was insurmountable.

Zheng Yuan's gaze was determined. Without hesitation, he reached for his waist and instantly opened the spirit beast bag. A flash of light revealed Little Black, Little Fox, and the Spirit Seeking Rat. Little Black shook his body majestically and let out a deep roar, exuding the powerful aura of a second-stage, early-stage demonic beast. Little Fox landed lightly on the ground, his eyes gleaming with a lively glint, also possessing the strength of an early-stage second-stage demonic beast. The Spirit Seeking Rat shifted its eyes shrewdly, sensing the tense atmosphere around them.

Zheng Yuan squatted down, looking at the Soul-Seeking Rat gently. With a look of concern and expectation, he said, "You stay here to protect Ling'er. You must never leave her side, understand?" He then produced a low-grade spiritual artifact—a spiritual bracelet—that emanated a faint spiritual aura and slipped it around the Soul-Seeking Rat's neck. As soon as the bracelet was attached, the Soul-Seeking Rat seemed to sense the powerful power within. Its eyes lit up, its face filled with joy, and it nodded hurriedly, as if promising Zheng Yuan that it would complete the mission.

Across from him, the old man saw Zheng Yuan unleash three spirit beasts at once—two of them early-stage second-order beasts, and one late-stage Qi Refining beast. His disdain froze instantly, and a subtle flicker of surprise and fear crossed his eyes. He thought to himself, "This kid is so young, yet he possesses such skill. It seems I can't take today's matter lightly. Otherwise, if I'm not careful, I might really fall into his hands."

"Boy, are you a cultivator from the Spirit Beast Sect?" The old man narrowed his eyes, a hint of suspicion and vigilance flashing in his eyes. In the world of cultivation, the Spirit Beast Sect was famous for its ability to control spirit beasts. If Zheng Yuan was truly a cultivator from this sect, he must have extraordinary skills.

Zheng Yuan remained calm and sneered, "Whether it is or not, what does it have to do with you? Stop talking nonsense, just come on if you want to fight!" He stood tall and straight, with determination and fearlessness in his eyes, looking directly at the three people opposite him without any fear.

"You!" The old man was furious, his face turning pale and red. He had been in the world of cultivation for many years, but he had never been contradicted by a young boy like this. At this moment, Zheng Yuan's words provoked him, and the rage in his heart surged and he could no longer suppress it. He suddenly flicked his sleeves, and the magic power in his body fluctuated violently. A powerful momentum rushed towards Zheng Yuan, and the air around him seemed to become sticky and oppressive because of this force. "Good boy, since you don't know how to live or die, don't blame me for being rude!" The old man said with gritted teeth, and the voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, full of murderous intent.

Seeing this, Zheng Yuan did not dare to be careless at all. He quickly mobilized the magic power in his body to form a faint spiritual shield in front of him. At the same time, he winked at Xiao Hei and the little fox beside him, indicating that they should prepare for battle.

Zheng Yuan's eyes fixed, and without hesitation, he slapped his storage bag. A flash of light appeared, and in his hand, a sword emitting a chilling cold light appeared—the Flowing Light Sword. This sword had a slender body, an extremely sharp blade, and faintly shimmering runes. It was clear at a glance that it was no ordinary item.

Zheng Yuan let out a low cry, and his mana gushed forth into the Flowing Light Sword. Instantly, the sword shone brightly and hummed, as if responding to its master's call. Immediately afterwards, he moved like lightning, unleashing the Xuanhuang Sword Technique. His figure darted through the air, leaving a trail of afterimages behind as he charged towards the middle-aged Foundation Establishment cultivator like a shooting star.

As the Xuan Huang Sword Art was unleashed, the surrounding air seemed to be ripped apart by the sharp sword energy, emitting a hissing sound. The Flowing Light Sword in Zheng Yuan's hand, fueled by spiritual power, shone with a dazzling light. Every swing carried the force of splitting mountains and cracking rocks. His sword moves were unpredictable, stabbing, slashing, and slicing, leaving the viewer dizzy.

Seeing Zheng Yuan's aggressive attack, the middle-aged Foundation Establishment cultivator hesitated, quickly forming hand seals and casting a spiritual shield in front of him. He then pulled his spiritual weapon, a heavy broadsword, from his storage bag, ready to meet Zheng Yuan's attack. He was secretly wary, having never expected this young man to possess such a formidable swordsmanship. He knew he had to give it his all today, or else he might suffer a setback.

Zheng Yuan's attack was fierce, his Xuan Huang Sword Art executed with mastery. His Flowing Light Sword, brimming with surging spiritual energy, struck the middle-aged Foundation Establishment cultivator like thunder. Though the cultivator had hastily cast a spiritual shield, it was still shattered by the fierce sword attack.

"Crack!" The shield shattered like thin paper, and the unstoppable Flowing Sword slammed heavily into the middle-aged Foundation Establishment cultivator. He groaned and flew backward like a kite with a broken string, blood spurting out, leaving a large crater on the ground. His original arrogance vanished in an instant, and he was in a state of disgrace.

Seeing this, the old man's face suddenly changed. He was so anxious that he quickly flew over to support the middle-aged monk. As he rushed, he turned to the young man beside him and shouted urgently, "Go and capture that woman!"

After hearing what the old man said, a fierce look flashed across the young man's face, and he responded without hesitation: "Uncle Master, don't worry, I will capture that woman and hand her over to you." After that, spiritual power surged throughout his body, and he pounced towards Ling'er like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey. His perfect Qi training was fully displayed at this moment, and he seemed to be sure of victory.

The young man quickly approached Ling'er, his eyes gleaming with greed and smugness, as if Ling'er was already in his grasp. However, just as he was about to touch Ling'er, a dark shadow shot towards him like lightning. It was none other than the Soul-Seeking Rat that Zheng Yuan had previously assigned to protect Ling'er.

The Soul-Seeking Rat wore a low-grade spiritual bracelet given by Zheng Yuan around its neck, and a faint light emanated from its body. At this moment, it bared its teeth and stood in front of Ling'er fearlessly, making a sharp cry at the young man, and a powerful aura burst out from its small body.

The young man was stunned at first, then snorted disdainfully. He gathered his spiritual power in his hand and slapped it hard, trying to knock the Spirit Seeking Rat away. But the Spirit Seeking Rat was agile, dodging left and right, and relying on its keen perception of the surrounding environment, it cleverly avoided the young man's attack.

Elsewhere, the old man rushed to the side of the middle-aged Foundation Establishment cultivator and quickly took out a pill and fed it to him to help stabilize his injuries. Then, the two men exchanged a glance, each seeing anger and murderous intent in the other's eyes. They regrouped and attacked Zheng Yuan once again.

Zheng Yuan, wielding the Flowing Light Sword, faced two opponents alone, yet showed no fear. He continuously unleashed the Xuanhuang Sword Technique, his moves becoming increasingly fierce. Each swing of the sword evoked a whistling sound, colliding with the attacks of the old man and the middle-aged Foundation Establishment cultivator with a deafening roar. The surrounding sand and rocks were blasted into the air by the powerful fluctuations of his magical power.